#istillwriteaboutyou

I said to him "But you're too gentle." He responded softly; almost gentle-like, ironically enough, 'I don't have to be; I don't try to be'. "You're willing to sacrifice your gentleness?" 'Some things are certainly worth sacrificing, replacing, and improving' Startled, I cooed at the strange, gentle boy with the mop of soft hair, "I don't think your gentleness is worth suffocating for a girl."  And with his breathe softer than the winter air moving between us, through us, he looks up to the stars and whispers 'Maybe it isn't the gentleness that needs to alter; I am devoted to someone who deserves it'